I am delighted with what I do otherwise I don’t do it. I dissolve in everything I do. Whether it's playing or writing. Whether it’s a dance, alone or in pairs. When I draw, I'm not here either. Like all that surrounds me. I have a pen. Keys or brush. There is music and my delight. There is my voice when I sing, but I am not at that moment. I am completely, every cell in what I do. Whether it’s a kiss, or a choice of clothes. I try to get maximum pleasure from everything. Yes, this is a trait of more singles than people who love society. But it does not frighten me, that I am able to find delight and dissolve in what I am doing, being alone or sharing it with someone. I am not there when I am reading, admiring the dawn, making a fire, looking at the sea. Every time I’m not here. I am lost in what I am doing. It is like sex. It is even more than sex. I am not one of those who while with a man thinks that I need to call someone later, to have dinner, to visit my mom and to have time to go to the store on the way. I do not exist when I give myself to the fullest. There is a sex. There is a delight. There is me. But it’s as if I’m not inside me.